Rebecca Onomichi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

Onomichi Japan Guide: what you need to know

Then, I hear this loud honking. I look over, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming down the hill. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not in a race!” But they’re all laughing and having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s contagious, ya know?

Onomichi Denim Project | Oddity Central - Collecting Oddities